Page 27 of A Dark Infinity

“Fuck. Little Bird. You’re so fucking tight and I… fuck.” His thrusts turn wilder, and my knees hurt from the burn of being on the floor. But I can’t find it in me to care about anything other than the orgasm building inside me.

He moves his hand between my legs, sliding a finger into me along with his cock. It feels fucking unreal, and I’m barely able to stay on all fours as my pleasure builds. He retrieves his finger and uses it to roll my clit until I’m trembling.

“Now, Little Bird,” he growls.

“Ethan!” His name turns into incoherent sounds as my orgasm crests, and wave after wave of euphoria slams into me, making my vision waver.

As I sag, my arms and legs giving out, Ethan moves his hands so he can hold me up. Then he thrusts into me twice before growling my name and pumping me full of his cum. With almost tender movements, he turns us so he’s on his back and my head is resting on his chest.

I lie there listening to his heart until it’s no longer thundering in his chest, and both our breathing turns normal. We don’t speak, and I don’t know about him, but I’m too busy sorting through my thoughts.

My stalker is my boss, and my boss is my stalker. He’s defended me, protected me, drugged me, held me captive, and played a wicked game with my life. I don’t know what it all means, or what I want it to mean. But despite all the negatives, I don’t hate it. I like knowing he’s gone to great lengths to get to me, and that he’s watched me, and…

“Oh, my God!” I exclaim. “That’s why you messaged me at work. You were…” Trailing off, I think back on it. Right now my thoughts are running quicker than I can form words, and what I’m saying doesn’t make any sense. “How long?” I ask after a pregnant silence, needing to know.

“For over a month,” Ethan answers, immediately knowing what I’m talking about. “The first time I saw you, I knew you were meant for me.”

“Where?”

“You were walking home from your dad’s care facility when I happened to drive by. The rain had soaked you, and you were crying. You looked so beautifully broken and scared.”

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift back to the night I think he’s talking about. It was after I’d been told my dad’s expenses would increase the following month. When the doctor left me alone, I held a pillow over my dad’s sleeping face. I did nothing more than that, but I seriously considered smothering him and ending both of our torments.

“That wasn’t a good time,” I admit softly.

Ethan’s hand trails up and down my naked back. “I got out of the car and followed you home on foot. I hated seeing the shithole you lived in. But I also liked it, because no one was paying attention and I could easily break in with no one noticing.”

I feel like I should be offended by his assessment, but how can I be when it’s the truth?

“The first thing I did was get rid of the scum in your street. Then I had the building fixed until I could move you into another and better one.”

“That’s how you knew where I moved to and could leave the necklace.” As I say it, my hand moves to my neck, where the pendant still hangs. I never took it off after putting it on the first time. Not even to shower.

Ethan chuckles. “I know everything there is to know about you, Little Bird.”

“Oh?” I volley. “What am I thinking right now?”

“That you wish you could hate me. That you should hate me. But most importantly, you don’t hate me.”

Damn him… that’s exactly what I’m thinking of him. “What if I do hate you?” I ask.

“You don’t,” he simply answers, making me roll my eyes.

“But if I did?” I insist.

“Wouldn’t matter to me,” he rasps. “I’d find a way to change your mind. That’s the beauty of having the rest of our lives together.”

I don’t know how to feel about that statement. It’s both terrifying and intriguing. I’ve never belonged to anyone, never thought I wanted to. But Ethan isn’t just anyone, he’s… I don’t know a word big enough to describe everything that he is, so I don’t even try.

Yawning, I snuggle closer to him. “I’m tired,” I admit.

Just as my eyes begin to close, he sits up, dragging me with him. “Let’s get you to bed, Little Bird.”

We stand but before I can take a single step, Ethan scoops me into his arms and clutches me to his chest as he carries me back to the bedroom. After gently sitting me down on the bed, he disappears into the adjoining bathroom. When he returns, he’s carrying a small medical kit.

I stare, wordlessly as he cleans up the wound on my hand. Now that I’m paying attention to it, it’s throbbing with pain, and it looks like it’s been sliced open. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches,” he says, brows furrowed. “But we should have Abel look at it. Get dressed.”

“No,” I protest around another yawn.

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